PS

It appears that the only three people who got/get it were the late George Brassens, you, and yours truly. Which seems unbelievable, on the surface. I sent the poor guy the YT link with the song, and the lyrics with translations, to "lift his spirits".

What seems especially strange to me...

... so people go to antique stores, collect rarities, etc. in other words, people, in general, sort of like and prefer rare, unusual things...

...there is a Russian expression which translates, literally, as "like dirt". What it means is that something is MORE than freely available (since dirt is everythere). The opposite of "in short supply".

So, guys who advertise themselves as good kissers, good lovers, etc. are, on OKC, LIKE DIRT. There are so many of them... they inundate my mailbox (and those of other women, I am sure) with boringest messages that I do not bother to return. Now OKC says that I need to either delete those messages or buy an upgrade since my mailbox is full. I will delete messages - it would be bizarre to pay for "dirt" .

And you are a rare gem.

And no takers.

Beyond belief.